I wouldn’t try anything stupid when you’re holding my son hostage, you fucking asshole.
“You need to buy time, Lucas,”Rochelle told him.“Just enough time for Tucker to get here.”
How?he wondered, but he must have uttered the word out loud.
“How am I alive?”
“Yes.”
Lucas nodded and got off the bed then walked slowly over to Daniel and Wyatt, taking his son from the man’s arms. He started walking out of the bedroom but stopped when Daniel wrapped an arm around his waist and his hand landed hard on his stomach. He winced in pain, he was almost healed according to his doctor, but he still needed one more week before he could go back to normal.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going? Did you forget who’s in charge?”
Lucas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m going to his room so that I can change him then get his bottle from downstairs. I need to take care of him before his brother wakes up.” He opened his eyes and looked sideways at Daniel. Lucas was trying to stall just like Rochelle’s ghost instructed and hoped that she was right in that Tucker was on his way to save them.
“Okay,” Daniel said, and Lucas started.
“You still haven’t answered my question,” Lucas said walking as slowly as possible the short distance to his sons' room. “I saw you die, Daniel.”
“No, what you saw was me jumping in front of a bullet to save you before telling you to run.”
Lucas opened the door to his sons' room and walked over to the changing table, setting him down. He remembered that night as if it was yesterday. He’d replayed the entire thing over and over in his mind like a video recording. They’d already caught Gianni, and as they were leaving with the man, they'd come under fire. Lucas had run out of bullets and didn’t have a refill clip, the next thing he knew Daniel pushed him and Gianni and took the bullet meant for him.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, taking his time to change Wyatt, pulling all the information he could from the man that used to be his friend.
“I don’t think you’d understand if I told you,” Daniel said to him.
“Try me,” Lucas snapped. “You used to be my friend, Daniel. Why the hell are you doing this? What the hell did I do to you for you to break into my home and hold my innocent kids hostage?”
He was getting angrier and even though he realized he should keep his tone down and try not to irritate the man with a gun pointed at him or wake Ryan, he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t thinking about what could happen to him, he was simply trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“I’m not going to hurt your kids, Lucas,” Daniel said.
“And I’m supposed to fucking believe you with a gun pointed at my head.”
“Yeah, because I’m your friend or I know we used to be friends.”
“Funny that, the friend I knew died a couple of years ago trying to save my life.” Picking Wyatt up, he laid him down in his bassinet to check on Ryan who was starting to stir but went back to sleep. He looked up at the man that used to be his friend.
“I saved your life because I wanted to, but if I knew then what I know . . .” He stopped speaking, closing his eyes as if trying to compose himself.
“What do you know now, Daniel?”
“Are you almost done because we need to go,” he asked not answering Lucas’ question.
Buy time she said. Well, how much time do I need before Daniel realizes what I’m trying to do and kills my kids and me? Fuck, I still can’t believe I’m listening to a dead woman.
“No, I still need to feed them and get them re—”
“They’re not coming with us,” Daniel said stopping him.
“W . . . what do you mean they are not coming with us?”
“Let the last good memory you have of your boys is taking care of them. Lucas, just be glad I’m giving you a chance to say goodbye.”
Well, that answers the question of what will happen to me. So why am I not scared out of my mind?“What happened to you, Daniel?”
“I saw people for who they really are, Luc,” Daniel said putting his gun away. “I learned a lot about the real me, and what I’m capable of.”
